Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.